If all goes well ("if" being the operative word here) I will be signing a book contract within the next month or so and spending virtually every free moment of my late summer and fall working on a book about Bruce Springsteen. It could all fall through, so I'd rather not reveal any details at this point, but it's also exciting, and it looks very promising. The preliminary discussions with the publisher have gone well. I like them, and they appear to like me. We'll see what happens.

I don't know Bruce Springsteen. I met him very briefly, a long time ago, and shook his hand. He's spoken precisely two words to me: "Thanks, man." But like a lot of obsessive Bruce fans, I feel like I know him, and his songs have connected in ways that go deep down, and that consistently remind me of important truths about what it means to be a man, and alive to my family, and the town I live in, and the world I live in. I think he's the best and most important songwriter of my generation.

I'd have a difficult time naming my favorite Bruce Springsteen song. So maybe I should write a book about a bunch of them. That would be nice. Bruce has been a lot of things -- romantic hoodrat in a leather jacket, rock 'n roll icon, folk protest singer. And husband and father. So I'm not sure if this one is my favorite, but it's the best damn gospel song of the '90s, even if Bruce doesn't know it, and it's way, way up there in the Springsteen stratosphere:

Well now on a summer night in a dusky room
Come a little piece of the Lord's undying light
Crying like he swallowed the fiery moon
In his mother's arms it was all the beauty I could take
Like the missing words to some prayer that I could never make
In a world so hard and dirty so fouled and confused
Searching for a little bit of God's mercy
I found living proof

I put my heart and soul I put 'em high upon a shelf
Right next to the faith the faith that I'd lost in myself
I went down into the desert city
Just tryin' so hard to shed my skin
I crawled deep into some kind of darkness
Lookin' to burn out every trace of who I'd been
You do some sad sad things baby
When it's you you 're tryin' to lose
You do some sad and hurtful things
I've seen living proof

You shot through my anger and rage
To show me my prison was just an open cage
There were no keys no guards
Just one frightened man and some old shadows for bars

Well now all that's sure on the boulevard
Is that life is just a house of cards
As fragile as each and every breath
Of this boy sleepin' in our bed
Tonight let's lie beneath the eaves
Just a close band of happy thieves
And when that train comes we'll get on board
And steal what we can from the treasures of the Lord
It's been a long long drought baby
Tonight the rain's pourin' down on our roof
Looking for a little bit of God's mercy
I found living proof
-- Bruce Springsteen, "Living Proof"

That's from a 1992 album called Lucky Town, which was a critical and commercial bust. Many people view it as Bruce's worst album. But I'm a better human being every time I listen to that song. Sometimes this faith business strikes me as absurd. I'm just one screwed up guy living on a planet of six billion people on one of the more obscure stars off in a corner of an inconceivably vast universe. I feel pretty insignificant, and I need all the mercy I can get. And I've seen living proof, too. I can't wait to write about that song, and many others, in more detail.

That's the best song I ever read from Bruce so far (which isn't saying a lot, since I didn't read much of them). But yeah, the way he explains how he found his faith, is very well put.

Congrats on the book deal Andy!

Great news, Andy, but please, PLEASE tell us the proposed book won't be titled The Gospel According to Bruce Springsteen.

Please?

What about The Gospel According to the Boss?

The Old Rugged Boss?

The Bosspel.

He Was Bruuuced for Our Transgressions?


Born Again in the U.S.A.?

My Boss is a Jersey Musician?

No gospel tie-ins, folks. This is a secular humanist publisher, probably bent on brainwashing your children with satanic relativism. There is no "best" Bruce Springsteen album. They're all good. And so are you.

From what I've heard, and if it happens, this will be a 400-page book. Probably 300 of those pages will be pictures. I'll be providing the text that everybody ignores in order to get to the next stunning photo. If I had to guess at a title it would be You Look Really Good, Boss. Not Better Than Everybody Else, But Really Good.

This sounds like an exciting project. Andy, do you have a copy of "Be Your Own Boss" by The Blankket? It was a really revolutionary little album, in that it really opened up my understanding about what Springsteen's songs were really getting at, articulating this relationship between Capital and human desire. Highly recommended.

I didn't know, when I wrote that, that such a book already exists.

Here's an article about the book.

I'd still rather read Andy Whitman...

The book of Broooooce is officially kaput. I thought it was going to happen for a while, but it didn't. I was working with an enthusiastic publisher, and I got as far as outlining the book and writing several sections of it, but ultimately the fine folks at the publishing company determined that it was difficult, if not impossible, to publish a book with a low, low retail price that was still chock full of photos (and about 100 pages of words from me).

So, all you publishing types out there, want to work with a reasonably articulate and highly opinionated Brooooce fan who has already got half a book in the can?

Ah, sorry to hear that, Andy. I was certainly looking forward to reading 100 pages of writing on Bruce by someone other than Dave Marsh.

Also, looking forward to seeing you at the Festival of Faith and Music in April!